Avian Resurrection, Part 8

“Yep, the old girl has a temper,” he confided to Alfie once he recovered the use of his jaw. The wound still oozed pus every time he spoke. “But at least she stopped talking about that damn medium all the time.” From the kitchen, Alfie heard something crash to the floor and instinctively, he had jumped and shielded his face from any potential airborne bacon fat. He may not have gotten the best grades when he was in school but he sure knew when to shut his mouth when a woman was mad. So when he found himself in Clarice’s … Continue reading Avian Resurrection, Part 8